Packing up for the city
I’ll move like the tide
I heard there’re two sides to each and every story
Didn’t want to shoot that guy
Caught in a bar fight, it was
The very first time I fired my forty four
Won’t have no chance to explain There won’t be no happy end
I must run or make amend
I will be a runaway gotta get used to it
Today is the very first day of a life on which I spit
Packing up for the city, I’ll move like the tide
I heard ther’re two sides to each and every story
Won’t have no chance to explain There won’t be no happy end
I must run or make amend
Packing up for the city
I’ll move like the tide
I heard there’re two sides to each and every story
Didn’t want to shoot that guy
Caught in a bar fight, it was
The very first time I fired my forty four
Won’t have no chance to explain There won’t be no happy end
I must run or make amend
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